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I wedge a knee between her legs to hold them apart and return my fingers to the thin fabric covering her pussy.
“Wh… what?” she gasps.
“You are here for the pleasures of the flesh. I will enjoy you. My brothers will enjoy you. And others will too.”
She clearly doesn’t find this to be good news and stiffens in my arms, even pressing slightly against me as if she wants to go. But my fingers, intertwined with her hair, clamp down in a tight grip and hold her in place. My other hand continues to stroke the outside of her panties, stretched tightly over what I’m guessing is bare flesh, now that she’s benefitted from our spa services. The button of her clit stiffens, joining the party.
“Ahhhh…” she says softly, unconsciously pressing into my hand by shifting her hips.
I intensify my strokes, still outside her panties, letting my fingers slide to the hollow spot between her lips where the most heat emanates. The fabric quickly soaks through with her excitement, and her head drops back on my shoulder as she no longer has the urge to get away. She either is unaware of how my brothers are watching her so intently, or she doesn’t care. I’m not sure which.
But I see them shift in their seats, and when I catch their gaze, they nod back at me, approving my actions, happy to see our lovely guest enjoying herself.
Gesturing with his chin, my brother Kir suggests he wants to see more. I ease a finger inside the elastic leg of Charleigh’s panties until I touch her hot, bare skin, and my god, I slide through her juices and they feel like liquid gold, that’s how precious it all is.
She squirms slightly in my arms, and I bring my wet finger to my mouth like a starving man. She tastes heavenly, like I knew she would, and my dick fully hardens underneath where her bottom is resting.
It hurts but also feels good, which is just how I like it.
I haven’t come in my pants since I was a horny teenager, but this might be the day that happens again. If so, I don’t give a damn. I shift in my chair to position our girl more fully over my erection, positioning my cock more or less between her ass cheeks.
Unable to hold back any longer, I fully pull aside the crotch of her panties in view of my brothers, who wear approving grins, and open her pussy lips for their viewing pleasure.
God knows I’d like to take her, lay her on the table before us, push her knees to her chest, and drive my cock into her soaked virgin hole.
But I won’t. I won’t take her virginity, as much as I want it with every fiber of my being. And in order not to defile her with my fingers, I only insert the very tips of them so as not to break her precious barrier. I want to give her pleasure, I want to make her feel as good as she deserves, so I drag some of her juices further, until I meet the crack of her ass and her tight little rosebud.
I’m in fucking agony, dry humping her bum, but when I reach her asshole and circle a wet finger around her tight ring, I feel her open a little, and that’s when I groan. I don’t come, I’m old enough to fucking control myself, but I promise myself her ass when the time is right.
Why don’t more American girls hold on to their virginity? Don’t they know its worth? The value is inestimable, and if I were to take Charleigh’s that would be a colossal waste.
And just when I know it’s time to excuse myself to go jerk off, Charleigh’s breath quickens to a new pace and a long, low moan escapes her mouth. I get back to working her clit as she thrashes on my lap, and a glance at my brothers reveals them each rearranging their own erections.
Charleigh comes into my hand, her pussy releasing a flood of her excitement onto my trousers as she convulses lightly, clinging to my arms so hard she leaves nail marks. I don’t mind. Not at all. Her hips buck lightly and her knees fall further apart, any previous modesty forgotten. She might not know it, but her body does—she needs this release like she needs the air around her.
When she begins to still, my brothers leave the room without her noticing, and I dab her with one of the cloth napkins left from lunch.
I want more from this girl. But she’s not mine. She’s not intended for any of the Alekseev brothers. Unless there’s a change of plans. A major change of plans.
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CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
Charleigh
“How’s it going?”
I spot Stacey, the girl who was nice to me when I was going through what I guess I could call my ‘initiation.’ She looks at me with a sort of kind curiosity. Not saying she can help me with my predicament, but that she does feel for me, regardless. I’m desperate for a friend, an ally. Will she be this, for me?
I wonder what her ‘situation’ is.
Even though her question, asking me how I am, is innocent and would be polite in normal circumstances, given my bizarre alternative reality—I’m tempted to scream at her.
How the fuck do you think it’s going?I want to holler with every bit of fury and helplessness I possess.
But I don’t. I keep my angry words to myself.
Although that doesn’t mean my emotions are not written all over my face.
